Don't be forgettin' your pledge, {name}. Keep it close, like your hoardin' gold, and we'll see Eight Peaks back in Dwarf hands, right where she belongs. Seein' to our oaths begins right here in Bitterstone Mine.

There's work to be done, and until you're as wise a Longbeard as I am, it's my word you'll be heedin'. Bad enough them greenskins are sullyin' the memories of our ancestors, but them hopping bags of fungus with teeth they call Squigs are eatin' our best veins of Bitterstone!

Don't go patting yourself on the back just yet. There's plenty more fight to be had before we can get these mines workin' again, and we're going to need more than a cartful of that precious ore if we plan to forge enough Doomstrikers to retake Eight Peaks.